CHAPTER 27

In a huge living room, there was soft jazz music playing in the background. By the fireplace stop a figure with a glass of scotch in their hand. It was Timothy Belton. Timothy had received the strangest call today. It was one from his nephew, David Troyes. Never did he think that David would ask for his help. They weren’t on speaking terms, so when the call came in, Timothy was intrigued by what he had to say.

The doorbell rang and Timothy sipped his scotch. His butler passed behind him as he made his way towards the door. Timothy gazed at the crackling fire before him. It was warm and comfy. He looked at the glass of scotch in his hand before taking another drink.

At the door, David stood nervously as it swung open. He was staring at the butler now. He was surprised because he couldn’t record this one. It seemed his uncle, Timothy had changed butlers again. The butler who looked to be in his late fifties dressed in a black suit offered him in. David nodded and stepped into the hous